Poirot: Problem At Sea Novels & Stories

I lifted my eyes to my aide. “Say that again.” He swallowed hard, barely able to look at me. “The coast patrol just reported it. The explosion happened on the nearshore route to Emerald Isle. They’ve confirmed…” His voice shook. “They’ve confirmed it was the white yacht Mrs. Moretti took this morning.” The crystal tumbler at my side hit the floor with a violent crash. Glass shattered everywhere. Sofia flinched so hard her face went white, and the child jolted awake and burst into tears.

The same boy I raised aboard my ship. “Why are you late?” Sebastian demanded. Angst written over his handsome features. “I’m ne’er late!” He shouted back. Making fists. “Ye know well me wouldna be, were there no’ a good reason!” What reason could there possibly be? “Do enlighten me!” Bast fumed. “Pirates don’t dare bother my flag, so what the devil is your ‘good’ reason?” “We had a for’nigh’ of sea storms for starts. Go’ washed inta the Peril.”

“Fair.” The phone buzzed again. Pal — 4:58 a.m. Tell your old man to get to the marina. Now. A photo followed. Grainy, real, awful. A slab of twisted hull beached on the rocks like a dead whale. Paint scoured. Rust bleeding. Four letters visible under the scrape. SIRE— His stomach emptied itself into his throat. He shoved the phone at Rachel. She flinched like she’d touched a live wire. “Oh my God. Con.”

Liora's POV Amid torrents of violent waves our boat rocks back and forth. Everyone clings on the sides of the hull with both of their hands to prevent being thrown off. Others struggle scooping the sea water gushing into the boat, back into the sea. "We should let down ropes to help them!" I plead with the others. “Are you suicidal? Their weight would drag us down!” Tedmold shouts over the chaos. “Or she’s just in love with those mean hosts,” Violette mocks.

When we were about to arrive at the border, the sea began to become muddy, as if it had been poured into thick ink. The siren Aurora ordered to stop advancing, when the dirty sea gradually returned to clarity.We all saw a pirate flag with skeletons and bones floating in the sea.On the flagpole, a tall, wounded male siren was hung in the air. It's Hagrid!

Bhaskar said, staring far into the fog. "So finally, we are entering," I said. "We have to be careful from now on. We don't know what dangers are lurking in the sea," Bhaskar instructed. No one could disagree with that. We were entering the great black sea. We had already lost so much time because of those damn pirates, we could not afford to waste any more time. And we entered the fog... What the fuck? I couldn't see anything. It was so dense that I could not even see my friends' faces properly.

“Bose fell off his boat without his suit on. Your lady’s over there working on him now.” Shutting his eyes tightly, Haldir exhaled a pained breath of regret for not listening to Mory about the drawing. “Oh, fuck. That was Bose.” Haldir took another puff as Pete put a pint of beer in front of him. “Dammit. I thought he was grounded.” Pete opened the washer and started pulling out last night’s glasses. “Harbor Master lifted all the restrictions last night. Apparently, the waves were quite frightful this morning. Makes for right good fishing though. Those boys just can’t resist it no matter how dangerous it is.”

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- My Lord… Jonathan: “ Call me captain! “ There is a part of the ship that was hit, it is damaged! The ship won't hold out for long! Jonathan and Igor looked at each other worriedly. Igor picked up his map: “ And there are still days to go before we find an island! Jonathan: “ And now? Igor: “ We have no other option but to wait! And let the ship decide our fate! The pirates were worried by the news. If the ship sank, they would be lost at sea, not to mention the sharks, sea snakes and other terrible animals that could hurt them. Belton, upon hearing the news, quickly went to Cailet and told her what happened. Cailet: “ What? As? Baelton: “ With all this confusion! Cailet: “ And now? Belton:

Third Person Pov(Day of Crash) The fishing boat struggled against the increasingly violent waves, Paolo's weathered hands white-knuckled on the wheel. In the distance, the silhouette of Porto Manarola emerged through the mist. "Her fever's rising, Paolo!" Maria pressed another blanket against the unconscious woman, whose breathing had grown erratic. The stranger's skin burned despite her sodden clothes, concerning Maria deeply. A wave crashed over the bow, drenching them. The young woman moaned, her head thrashing weakly from side to side, her eyelids fluttered, revealing disoriented eyes that couldn't seem to focus.